Chapter Seven: Borrowing Light Through a Chink in the Wall?

Zongzheng Yongning felt his head throbbing more and more, as if everything happening was working against him. Yet, unable to offend the Chi Xiao Kingdom, he had to suppress his temper and offer an explanation.

"I have always been superior to him; he should have known that long ago." Yan Hai spoke dismissively, his words showing not a shred of respect for his father.

Jun Wuxie's words left Fan Jin trembling. Just as he wanted to say something, he saw the blood-stained figures of Long Qi and the others, and the words died on his lips.

Although Chen Guichen had said at the time that making one like the one at her waist would suffice, how could that be? That sachet was fine for his own use, but it was far too crude as a gift for someone else.

It looked as if it were saying: "Why bother being a cultivator? Let's just be spirits together, eating and drinking—it's far better than pursuing some path of immortality. Come, come!"

"Sigh... it is useless to say more now that things have come to this. Let it be a lesson learned. Very well! I agree to hand over my soul imprint. I only hope that you, Master, will not tamper with it." After a moment of contemplation, Lei Xuan finally wore a pained expression and smiled helplessly.

In particular, the support of the Rejuvenation Talismans was crucial; the reason the Mo family had suffered such heavy losses in this bloody battle was precisely because they lacked a shaman for healing.

However, the result this time seemed somewhat lackluster compared to Ye Li’s previous achievements.

The banquet had already begun. Lin En gestured to the musicians, and the music of strings and flutes gradually ceased, leaving the Liuyun Palace in dead silence.

For a time, there was not a sound in the room; only the thin mist from the bronze incense burner rose and spiraled, releasing a faint, lingering fragrance.

"Urgh..." Guessing what might be happening, the Lord of Yunlan City shuddered violently. He then rushed out of the main hall and hid in his own room, intending to sleep off his shock.

In a vast imperial palace, the Emperor is the only true man; this fact has never changed throughout any dynasty or era.

After recovering from their deep shock, aside from those from the Star-Moon Academies, the other masters at the Martial Ancestor realm looked at Wang Ying with eyes filled with profound dread and fear.

"Yun'er, should I head back first? That..." Hu Dafalicked his lips, his eyes lingering on that sexy and elegant body.

"Yun Duo is a teacher at your school. I thought it better that you didn't know about my new neighbor's identity, so I didn't make it clear before," Qin Tian said.

Because of recent events, I haven't been staying at the hospital, but instead bought a house and have been living there, which is often more convenient.

At this moment, seeing Dumb Slave beaten until he vomited blood and flew backward by Pan Haodong, the two of them were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Chang Gexing certainly had a family background, and in fact, the most prestigious background in the entire Great Sui Dynasty. In the eyes of ordinary people, the royal family was the heavens, an untouchable existence.

"Is that why you did all this? Don't you realize that you killed her by doing this?" Wang Shitai demanded angrily.

Hu Dafaturned his body, pinning Sister Hua beneath him once more, his lips moving to kiss her shy, beautiful face. Just as he wanted to continue their intimacy, another thought crossed his mind.

Outside the window, the night was gradually fading into the horizon, reaching the final moment of the transition between day and night. This dawn arrived at the perfect time, filling one with infinite hope.

Before Gangcun Muchen could regain his senses, Chen Langya had already charged forward like an enraged lion, his eyes filled with nothing but beast-like aggression and slaughter.

The billowing robes gradually calmed, and my irritable mood dissipated. My eyes were as still as an ancient well as I looked at the poison pearl before me. After whispering for a moment, black mist gathered under her feet into a dark cloud, and with us in tow, it soared into the sky and flew off in a certain direction.

Looking at the now-dying Liang Xiao, in the eyes of these burly men, he was no different from a meal delivered to their doorstep. The only thing they had to do now was pick up their knives and forks and enjoy the feast before them.

Tang Youyou nodded, drove her heavy rock broadsword deep into the ground, stood on tiptoe, and reached for the iron ring. Upon touching it, she pulled with all her might. Immediately, the sound of grinding gears echoed from the iron door, and the massive gate began to rise slowly before us.

Helian Qi didn't come? Chuxiu was quite surprised. This was strange; she had clearly seen Helian Qi deliver the visiting card to Prince Cheng's mansion last month, proving he had arrived in Yanlan City. Why had he and his wife not come together? Or was it that Nie Peixiao had refused to see Helian Qi?

The crisis in the capital was thus resolved, with the result that one Demon King was dead, one was wounded, and one had fled. Soldiers stood on the city walls cursing the fleeing demonic beasts, only to turn back and collapse onto their fallen comrades, weeping bitterly. Many more lay on the ground, clutching their wounds, unable to move.

Huo Qingsong left, and Lu Xiang'er sat alone in the parlor for a long time before rising. From the expression on her face, one could tell she was in a good mood. Even Yuan Musheng could see it, and he felt genuinely happy for the benefactor of the father and son.

An Conglin shook her head, her gaze firm and persistent. She gripped Chen Langya's hand tightly, refusing to let go. His hand was so very cold, and she could not let him remain that way; she would hold it like this until the very moment he awoke.

Outside the door, I saw the silvery moonlight spilling onto the ground. The stars in the sky were like shattered gems, shining with a cold, faint light. Something light and ethereal fell onto my eyelashes, leaving them dusted with misty frost, and my deep gaze seemed to want to pierce through these drifting white flakes.